He knows how tight she can be when she has just cum. He gets up and moves to her sagging head and lifts it with her hair, tears are pooled in her eyes... as he removes the gag, she has only enough time to wet her dry lips when he shoves his cock in. She feels him pushing her tonsils, with the purple tinted head. She gags, until she feels vomit rising in the back of her throat. She is able to move a bit back, so she can swallow again. He holds her still, by the hair and fucks her mouth. He watches. # Grant lay in the bed for a while after Bridget had stormed out of the room. His mind roamed from the stories he had been reading to the sexy Playboy Bunnies he had been looking at in the magazine. Eventually, his thoughts turned to the photo of Tyra Banks his wife had slapped on the page in front of his face, then finally to the vision of Bridget and how hard she had tried to look, or at least dress, like Tyra in the photo. He wondered, why’d she go to so much trouble? Surely she doesn’t. One hard push had him half way in her poop shoot. The second push buried him fully in her shit tube. Tabby screamed in pain but she was butt fucked hard and fast till Don had filled her bowels with his seed. He went back around her and pushed his prick at her face. She could see that it was cum covered with small streaks of brown and red on it. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to him. She opened her mouth and accepted his nasty manhood into her mouth. He pushed her down onto the bed. . I couldn't dial the phone fast enough!"Dad? Hi, it's me. ___ Yes, I read the letter just now. Ofcourse I have plenty of room, here. You were here once, remember? ___ No. Celia needn't worry. As a matter of fact, Nick & I will pick you up at the airport, once you close on the farm. ___ No, Nick's not here, right now, but don't concern yourself with that. It will be no problem, I guarantee it. ____ Fine. We have plenty of time. I'll call you next week. ____ Bye, dad.So, Dad & Celia will be moving.